St. Augustine

I’m posting some photos from last weekend’s trip to St. Augustine, with our friend Thomas the Archeologist, who was visiting from Copenhagen. We decided to go to St. Augustine, because he’s always looking for something historical, and something more exciting than the 107-year old drivers here in Ft. Lauderdale.

St. Augustine is the oldest city in the US, since Ponce de Leon pounced on it in 1513. Many of the houses have been restored, and if you walk down the cobblestoned streets at 7am slightly drunk and squinting, it’s like going back in time, sort of.

We had a really great time, and stayed at the St. George Inn, which was AMAZING. The room was beautiful, and you could roll right out of bed and land smack dab in the center of history. If you pulled back the curtains next to my bed, there was the Castillo de San Marcos, a fort built in 1672. I’m not kidding.
Where it says “You”, you’re standing there, probably in your pajamas, holding a bowl of cereal with one hand and a spoon with the other, hair standing at odd ends. You’re peering out the window in a rumpled shirt, and you’re mumbling to yourself, “Hey, look at that.”